"I read faces," said Mabel.

"I read yours at sight, and you are what I set you down; and nobody must breathe a word against you, not even yourself.

Do you think I am blind?
You are beautiful, you are good, you are my sister, and I love you!" "Heaven forgive me!" thought the other.

"How can I resign this angel's good opinion?
Surely Heaven sends this blessed dew to my parched heart!" And now she burned to make good her promise and earn this virtuous wife's love.

She folded her once more in her arms, and then, taking her by the hand, led her tenderly into Triplet's inner room.